Survivors of the Island

Soaring above the desolate mine, Bai Yu's voice boomed through the air, a beacon of hope piercing the oppressive silence. "You are free! From this moment on, you are no longer slaves!"

His words sparked a flicker of disbelief in the weary eyes below. Before anyone could react, a figure erupted from the ground, a Mid Xiantian Realm expert from Stormwind Island, tasked with overseeing their misery. "Insolence!" he roared, launching himself towards Bai Yu in a desperate attempt to maintain order.

A cold glint flashed in Bai Yu's golden eyes as he met the man's gaze. "Time for a reckoning," he murmured, a hint of cruelty lacing his cool demeanor. He raised his sword, the blade now emanating a chilling, gray aura infused with his chaotic Qi.

With a flick of his wrist, a razor-sharp crescent of energy sliced through the air, aimed at the Stormwind guard with impossible speed. The unsuspecting man didn't even have a chance to raise his weapon in defense. The gray energy ripped through him, cleaving him in two in a single, brutal stroke.

Silence descended upon the mine. A gasp escaped the lips of a middle-aged man, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "How…how strong?" he stammered, voicing the question echoing in the hearts of all the survivors.

Bai Yu descended, his gaze sweeping over the stunned faces. "Your cultivation is restored," he declared, his voice resonating with newfound power. "I am Bai Yu."A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. "The Young Master of the Bai Clan?" someone whispered, disbelief etched on their faces."He… he was still alive?" another echoed, the faint spark of hope rekindled in their eyes.